People change, that's not a secret. What’s surprising was the fact Spike was not a person when he knew him. He was aware his sire was in this God forsaken town, but the fact he was human now is what gave him pause. William seemed interested enough in his offer, and their plan was already in motion, so why was it something didn't feel quite right?
"It just feels like all we are doing is waiting, Boss," Jake pointed out nervously as he tossed the dead weight of his meal to the ground. "How do we know if this guy will hold up his end?"
Colton may have some doubts and worries, but if anyone would voice them, he'd be the one. "Jacob, make yourself useful, will you?" He suggested tiredly from his spot in an arm chair sitting in the corner.
"I was just saying. If you say to wait, then..."
"Then you'll wait. William does not fail, especially when it comes to Slayers."
"I guess, but he's not even a vampire. He's just a measly human.”
Gaining an edge to his voice, “Have you not been listening?”
Colt’s mood really could turn on a dime. “I was. And I get it. We wait for him to get closer to the Slayer, you turn him back to a vamp, and he sires her into the ultra mega vampire of all time. But if you ask me, he just wants to get laid. That’s why were sitting here doing nothing.”
At the drop of a hat, Colton shot up, wrapping his fingers around Jake’s throat, harshly grounding out, “I did not ask you. Learn your place. I have talked everything over with my old friend, and as of now, we wait. Do you understand?!” All Jacob could do was nod his head restrictively in response, before being released and thrown to the ground. “Another item of interest that needs to be addressed...” The elder vampire took a moment to compose himself, straightening his shirt out of wrinkles, “We know he is not completely human, which is why he wants this as much as us. Evil always prevails.”
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Romantic comedies were never her favorite, mostly because they were so far from the truth, but today she felt like she was playing a part in one. Absolutely everything that happened was of the cute and sappy sort, but she just couldn’t help but smile as she thought of their day together. They had walked back to Revello Drive, but she hated the feeling growing in the pit of her stomach at the prospect that it was going to end once she opened the door.
Before she could stop, she found herself blurting out words that were supposed to stay in her Buffy brain. “Do you wanna come in?”
A simple nod and Buffy’s shaking hand was fumbling with the door lock. She stepped aside once it was open allowing him entrance. With Spike behind her, she slowly shut the door, pushing on it with open palms and using the few seconds to gather herself. A strong hand at her shoulder spun her around quickly, her back pushed at the door as the taste of cigarettes and the smell of leather filled her senses. His mouth devoured her, his tongue caressed her, and his hips were grinding into her at a frenzied pace. She was lost. His kisses never skipped a beat as he brought his hands to her body, as if searching for something, rubbing them down her back to her thighs. Buffy groaned into his mouth, using her teeth to pull at his bottom lip.
Spike brushed kisses lightly down her jaw line and neck, sighing between rugged breaths, “God, Buffy. I want you so bloody badly.” Nipping at her skin, “Need you.”
"Mmm...," her small hands grappled at his leather clad back, finally moving to his shoulders and pushing the coat off. Spike shed it the rest of the way as it slid down his arms to the rug beneath them. With Buffy's hands clasped around his neck, he lifted her thighs around his waist. She fit so well with his body.
Pulling away, and looking at her with a small smile, "You're perfect."
After flashing a grin, her lips crashed into his like a storm, exploring every inch of him with her tongue. As their mouths battled, Spike carried his Slayer into the living room, playfully tossing her onto the couch.
He joined in a matter of seconds, “Ooo... comfy.”
“Couches are great like that, all springy and everything.” Through her harsh breaths, "Thought you wanted to take things slow," Buffy pointed out.
As he prowled up the length of her body on his fists, he shook his head, "Never mind me luv. I'm not that bright." He pressed his lips to her flat, toned stomach, his right hand slid up her side, palming her breast. Spike continued his journey upwards, "Don' know what I was thinking."
In the recess of her mind, she knew exactly what he had been thinking with that lousy excuse, but for some reason calling him out on it didn't seem so important at the moment. The only thing she could do was throw her head back and moan at the way his mouth played with her nipples through the fabric. The heat had been building slowly, but now she was on fire.
The hand at her chest had made its way to her waist, outlining the zipper of her jeans. First, he rubbed slowly over her mound, applying the right amount of pressure to her fully dressed pussy and receiving a loud gasp for his efforts. Making quick work of her top, which revealed a pink striped bra with black lace, he couldn’t resist giving more attention to her neglected chest with his working mouth. Long fingers slid under the waistband of her jeans. The small noises she made drove him crazy and his erection wild.
The thin cloth at the crotch of her panties were soaked from her juices already, but by the way he kept stroking at her lips and brushing his thumb over her clit, she would have sworn there was a river between her legs. Since there were sleeping people upstairs, it took all her will not to scream out of frustration from the cloth barrier keeping him at bay. Buffy’s nails raked through his platinum locks, “Guh... Spike, please.”
"Please what?" Spike asked innocently.
"I need you. Please," Buffy pleaded, trying to slow her breaths while tugging him up her body for a sweet kiss.
Buffy quickly undid her pants, arching upwards so she could slide them off. As for Spike, he leaned back, enjoying the show. When she reached to slip off her panties, a devilish smirk wiped over his face as he shoed her hands away, "Allow me." Slipping his index fingers under the band to shimmy it down and off, tossing it to the floor. Spike licked at his lips, “There are some things a bloke can never tire of.”
Buffy’s skin was flushed with a pretty shade of pink, “I can live with that.” His hands went under her waist and pulled her up some so she was closer before delving in. She gasped when he teased with his tongue by circling her clit. Two of his fingers joined, slowly tracing her pussy lips. First, he eased one in, testing her readiness before sinking in a second and pumping. He kept his mouth busy by flicking the tiny pearl back and forth and skimming it with his teeth. Buffy had her head pressed into the couch cushions, trying to control herself, but her body’s senses were on overload. The smooth slow strokes of his fingers gliding in and out combined with the rapid play of her bundle of nerves was enough to make her go insane. She needed more.
When he added another digit, she bucked under his mouth, so he sped up his pace and sucked harder. She was so slick and warm he couldn’t help but have a taste. Pulling out his fingers, he redirected their attention to her swollen pearl as his tongue lapped at her. “Delicious, you are.”
The Slayer’s moans and grunts had been held back by her own hand, but when Spikes slippery thumb and index gave her a pinch, she cried out. She panted roughly as his tongue pushed demandingly along her walls. She wasn’t going to last, but if she wanted to, she needed him inside her. “Spike, ooh... I want you... mmm... inside.” Buffy pulled at his chin, staring at him with wide eyes, “Now.”
Spike could only nod in agreement as he licked off her honey. She had already begun undoing and pulling at his pants, sliding them halfway down his thigh, freeing his aching cock.
Granted, Buffy had only slept with three men before Spike, but he was by far the best sex partner she's had and the largest. Every time with him was something new, different, thrilling, and always satisfying. The way he worshiped her body, and the pleasure that came from it, was something she'd never experienced in her previous relationships, therefore didn't know what she was missing out on.
"So good, Buffy... so tight...," Spike murmured into her shoulder as he pumped harder, slamming himself deeper with each thrust.
Only Spike had been the one to strike that spot at that certain angle, “Oh my God!” It felt like she was going to explode, however, she didn’t want it to stop either. Dragging her nails across his back as they rocked together, “Spike... I can’t...”
Giving her an intense love filled kiss, “Close, aren’t you baby?” All he received was a frantic nod, as the only sound that he heard were their bodies smacking together. Each time he sunk back into her warmth, was like replaying the best moment of his life. She was so close to the edge, all he needed to do was push her over, and then he could follow.
Spike snaked a hand between their bodies, massaging her clit with enthusiasm. Each thrust of his hips was met by her own with even more force. A few more flicks of her sensitive bundle of nerves had her cumming hard. She held Spike tightly, her nails digging into his back. When her Slayer muscles clamped down on him, he gasped, shuddering as ecstasy overcame him. The roll of his hips slowed as he kissed Buffy’s shoulder lightly, allowing them both to recover.
Relaxing, Buffy laid her head back, her breathing slowed as her fingers stroked his mussed hair while he rested his cheek on her chest. “That was... good. Real good.”
“Mmm... yeah,” he agreed softly before slowly sliding out of her sweet bliss, pushing himself up on his arms. Quietly they both searched for lost articles of clothing. As Buffy slid on her panties, Spike was zipping up his jeans, looking for his black tee. Finally, he spotted it on a cute blond next to him. God, if she wasn’t a vision, and seeing her in his shirt was making him want to have her all over again. He grinned while moving slowly towards her, as if on the prowl, “I’ve never seen that shirt look so good.”
Acting innocent with a small smirk, “Oh? Think I do it justice?”
Hovering his lips before hers, “An’ then some luv.” Tonight was going to be a long night if she didn’t stop looking so scrumptious.